Hello lovely people! So I realize that this update is a bit late but my week has been pretty bad and that's putting it kindly, so no inspiration to write, but I somehow managed this one tonight. Yay!

Your response to last chapter was remarkable and it made me happy that you guys appreciate the angst as much as the fluff so thanks for that. To make up for last chapter, Oliver is being extra sweet here to a sick Felicity.

This was a prompt on tumblr that a great friend suggested I should use. You know yourself hon, this chapter goes to you.

I'm running out of funny disclaimers. Until I think of new ones, let's clarify one thing: this is a disclaimer.

Her skin was a shade paler today. Her hair slightly messier, steps a bit heavier. He knew that something was wrong the moment her forehead touched the surface of her computer table. She sighed, as if finally relieved, and brought her arms up to encircle her lowered head.

It took him a moment of debate to lay down his unused bow and push back his hood. She looked really tired and the city could wait. He changed back into regular clothes then went to her.

Crouching by her side, he brought up a hand to brush her hair away. The movement stirred her and she turned to look at him sideways while a small smile crossed her lips. It looked strained.

"Hey," he murmured and her tired eyes closed. "You alright?"

"M'fine," She muttered. He knew she was lying; her voice sounded scratchy. "Weren't you leaving?" She managed one eye open to give him a questioning look.

"I was," He confirmed, his hand moving to rest upon her forehead. "but I'm not anymore." He frowned. "You're burning up, did you know that?"

"Yeah," She swatted his hand away and he noticed her flushed cheeks. It could be due to the fever, or his touch –he hoped for the latter. "but it's not bad, just a little fever." She shrugged nonchalantly despite the obvious effort it took.

"No nonsense or arguing," he ignored everything she just said. "Get up, you look like hell. You're going home."

"Nooooo" she whined "I have work to finish!" she straightened up, causing him to raise his eyes without changing his position. "You can give me some of your magical herbs," she offered "bet they'd do the trick."

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," he said with amusement. "you'll have to settle for the old ways of soup and medicine."

"That's outrageous," she grinned "Primal!" but her good spirits were soon brought down by a fit of coughing.

Oliver flew to the mini fridge they have and got her a bottle of water but instead of drinking, she pressed the cool surface to her forehead; sighing when Oliver raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," she offered "maybe I'm a little sick."

"A little?" He countered.

"Slightly more than I thought." She said with a nod.

"You're not getting up alone, are you?" A smile was forming on his lips and Felicity hated –secretly loved- the sight of it. That smile meant trouble. "You won't leave."

"Nope," she crossed her arms. "Not moving."

"I'll carry you." His tone suggested seriousness but his eyes were shot with mischief.

"I'd like to see you tr-" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as his arms came up to scoop her from the chair.

He picked her up, one arm under her knees with the other behind her back, in one fluid movement. "Oh my god Oliver Queen put me down!" Her scratchy voice seemed to only amuse him and he shook his head. Her arms had instinctively gone to wrap around his neck when he picked her up, and she felt ridiculously like some Disney character in a fairy tale.

"Felicity, hold on to me tight." He whispered with a smile, echoing something he had said to her long ago.

"These are more the circumstances I had in mind back then" She muttered and he smirked.

"Not platonic at all" He teased. Not dignifying him with a response, she tightened her grip and started to talk again.

"Okay you made your point," exasperation now colored her voice as he headed towards the stairs. "I'll go home and rest, just put me down." He walked effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, ignoring her pleas.

"You'll get back here the moment I'm out," he said "we will go home and we'll make sure you're well rested. Diggle can take care of the vigilante's work."

Diggle was coming down the stairs and caught the ending of Oliver's sentence. His eyebrows rose, either at the words or their position, and he gave them both an amused smile.

They met halfway through the staircase and Felicity's face wasn't burning due to the fever anymore.

"What are you kids up to?" Diggle asked casually, as if seeing your boss carrying his IT girl up a flight of stairs is an everyday event.

"I'm taking one sick girlfriend, who refuses to admit she's sick, back home." Felicity hid her face in the crock of his neck with a sigh. She was going to kill him for this.

Noticing the bags in Diggle's hands, Oliver asked. "What do you have there?"

"No girlfriends," Diggle raised the bags with a smirk. "just take-out food. A man needs his priorities sorted."

"You can put me down now," Felicity protested halfheartedly. She really was tired and walking didn't seem appealing in the least. "I can walk."

"I should go," Oliver, once again ignoring her, nodded towards the door. "she's getting warmer" His lips momentarily brushed her hair and he sounded worried.

"She is right here and can hear you." Grumbled Felicity, who was indeed, feeling the heat seeping into her eyes as well as her body. Her eyes burned when she blinked.

"Alright then," said Diggle as he moved down the stairs after getting a quick summary on what he had to do. "I'll tell you when I'm out. You take care of Snow white and try not to catch anything yourself."

"That reference made no sense." Felicity shouted after Diggle's descending back, earning a chuckle from him and a fond smile from her 'prince charming'. Who refused to put her down even as they walked towards her car and answered the curious looks they got with an icy glare that said stay out of my business.

An hour later Felicity was fed and medicated with a cold cloth lying on her forehead. He had made her some honeyed drink for her throat –which she appreciated but drank begrudgingly. Once she was nursed to his liking, he had kissed her softly and came to lay by her side on the couch.

"You're going to wake up sick," she murmured as her head rested on his chest. "you really should go back to the lair. I can take care of myself."

"You trying to get rid of me Ms. Smoak?" his hand twirled her hair and she could hear his smile.

"I'm just saying. You'll be sick and I'll get to play doctor." Looking up and noticing his lips twitching made her go over her words then groan. A fever could be cured but a babbling mouth was a lost cause, she decided.

"Don't complain when you wake up coughing," she continued then poked his chest "and don't expect me to carry you anywhere."

She felt his chest rumble with laughter and started grinning herself.

"Don't worry; I have a good immunity system." He said with confidence.

Two days later he woke up with flushed cheeks and a high temperature and she got to play doctor after all.

A/N: I hope that was fluffy enough to make up for last time and I hope you all liked it.

Reviews are always appreciated and so are prompts. I'm working on the ones I have and if I haven't gotten around to sending you a thank-you for a prompt then I'm sorry and thaaaanks, you rock!

Thanks for reading. Review!